The thread about the lady cop who was convicted of murder was a Shakespearean tragedy.
100% true story.
When I was about 16, while hitchhiking from Harlan to Middlesboro, I got stuck at night out in the middle of nowhere. No traffic was on that road (between Harlan and Pineville) at all that night. The true boonies at that time. I came to a school bus shelter and decided to just try to sleep there. There was a house up the hill across the road.
Here's where it gets weird. I was sleepwalking but remember the details clearly. Sometime in the middle of the night I walked up the hill to that house and tried to go in the house. I was rattling the door but the door was locked. Someone inside said, "Who is it?" I told them my name. "What do you want?" they asked. I said, "I'm looking for my brother." "Well, he ain't here." I walked away and can't recall anything else. I remember this event as clear as day.
The point? If that door had not been locked I would have walked right into that dark house in the middle of the night and the owner might easily and justly shot me. The news would simply have been, "Dumb kid tries to break into house during the night and the owner kills him." Which would be true but does not tell the whole story, which only I knew.
No bad intentions on my part nor the homeowner. Yet someone ends up dead. And that is a Shakespearean tragedy.